Category Archives: Thoughts

Euphemism

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don’t read too much, into my plainspoken expression, I often misqquote myself, underrate my cognitive process, verbalize sharp wordedly, articulating unseasonably, of what is left, in an interrupted, lamentable excuse for a conversation, never bridging the void, intensifying futile endeavours, of reaching out, attaining delusive outcome, where the anima merges, into obscurity , only breaking […]

Madness in form of a reform

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The aim to live well and strive to live , one unfolds the philosophy of happiness and the other peace . One requires controlling passion and the other to kill emotions . To be happy is to have more than the rational mind can concieve and to be at peace there has to be a […]

Time well spent..

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Moods can be strange , my cat growled differently at me, my pigeons seem louder than usual , the dog has been howling in a perfect rythm , the dripping tap doesn’t seem that irritating, ticking clock and my cell shrieks the usual ring tone ” you’re my honey bunch ….sugar plum etc etc ” […]

In My Lavendar Notebook.

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The tear stained paper, and ink blot, where the pen stuck, in the fortress of thoughts, a bold line, crazily drawn over the words, trembling hands set the book in the lap, the lavendar leather cover, coarse at touch, the pen refused to ink down more, fingers tap the cover, the lips quiver to humm […]

All dust…

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I set out to change her, n there she is, clueless at the boundaries of changes and transitions , attempting to keep the child inside alive ….fog and dust settling down in layers of crimson , dropping the nucleus of life into darkness.. The hungry waves rise to devour her and she hides in a […]

Quest

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When the evening falls , the light merges into the dark..as in life in the hands of death and happiness in the hands of sorrow.It’s like the nature chooses one over the other , the spraying of the night sky with a millions of specs like little people giggling and illuminating a dark hallway..shapes forming […]

Moving on…

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The battles of wits should not be fought unarmed.Don’t let the kind hearted pink soul inside your body rule your strong desire to move on.Unleash the decisiveness and hit the weak, decayed twigs hard. To stop being yourself is to stop living.Firm hold on one’s beliefs is a key to unmasking the core of your […]